Colours change: in the morning light, red shines out bright and clear and the blues merge into their surroundings, melting into the greens; but by the evening the reds loose their piquancy, embracing a quieter tone and shifting toward the blues in the rainbow. Yellow flowers remain bright, and white ones become luminous, shining like ghostly figures against a darkening green background.” ~ Rosemary Verey, The Scented Garden, 1981 (source)

New Eyes, The Same Path

Sometimes Enough Said

I can’t improve on what is already said. Wishing you a good day along a new path.

Permission to Crop

I haven’t done the big reveal yet, but it is coming. This photo and the last are both clipped from a larger photograph that will be posted later this week. Both plus the original are good compositions. The image above was the intended focal point of the original and it still is. By cropping this image, I am drilling down to its essence.

Over the last few days, I have considered this whole idea about of impressionism and its relationship to my photographs and work, my art, and my place in the art world. No conclusions reached, but I have to admit I do get discouraged at times. I’m not as good as I want to be, not noticed for my efforts as I wish to be, and can’t stop working and creating new pieces. Maybe it is grandiosity and I should be happy that I have the tools at my disposal to create as I wish and be absorbed in the work when I chose to photograph and create my digital images. Perhaps, maybe I am too distracted by work and family. Perhaps, one day after I retire, I will be able to laser focus, but until then I will continue to play, get lost in my artwork as I blend, crop, alter, shift color, and try to speak to what I see and feel.

The difference between false memories and true ones is the same as for jewels: it is always the false ones that look the most real, the most brilliant.” ~Salvador Dali (source)

Left Behind in a Memory

Memories are often a jump off point for creating a poem, lyric, or other piece of art. They can be enhanced, altered, enlarged, and explored. In fact, they are often only a representation of what we wish could be true. You might wonder why, I spend so much time rearranging and recreating a simple photograph. Just as we each have our own perception of the world, shaped by the past, present, and physiology. This is how I like to remind myself that this is my unique view of the world. Not reality, but my reality. ~ Bill Hendricks (Shadowmason)